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- July 21st, 2017, 12:37 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Karen's Lament (Ode To A Bad Trip)
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You must admit, it's started well, No rain in sight that we can tell. How eagerly we don our packs, Ignoring any warning bell. . . Whose idea was this, anyway? With forty pounds upon our backs (Each carries what another lacks) We gaily step out on the trail And note there are no other tracks. . . Wh...
I know what you mean. That's the kind of feeling that led me to write this a few years ago. It ended up being the preface for an ebook of poetry now on Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/Sea-Change-William-Morris-Kahn-ebook/dp/B010ISU620 if you want to look). The odd thing is that, not long after I wrot...
Words have power And if craftily joined, There is magic, too. But a poem needs a voice, A dimension of sound, Or it is incomplete. A poem is a song Without music. A poem is a song Making its own music Subtly, in the tone and rhythm Of the poet’s voice. This is the oldest of arts, From the Dreamtime...
Early Memory 1941 Standing in his crib, crying Because he hears the sirens crying. Grandma croons it’s ok, it’s ok But her body When she picks him up Sings a different song The sirens’ song And he wails louder Like the sirens.... And grandma holds A green-faced monster With big eyes and a long nose ...